Song of Solomon 2
1 I am a rose of Sharon, a lily of the valley.
I am the rose of the fielde, and the lilie of the valleys.
2 Like a lily among the thorns is my darling among the maidens.
Like a lilie amog the thornes, so is my loue among the daughters.
3 Like an apple tree among the trees of the forest is my beloved among the young men. I delight to sit in his shade, and his fruit is sweet to my taste.
Like the apple tree among the trees of the forest, so is my welbeloued among the sonnes of men: vnder his shadow had I delite, and sate downe: and his fruite was sweete vnto my mouth.
4 He has brought me to the house of wine, and his banner over me is love.
Hee brought mee into the wine cellar, and loue was his banner ouer me.
5 Sustain me with raisins; refresh me with apples, for I am faint with love.
Stay me with flagons, and comfort me with apples: for I am sicke of loue.
6 His left hand is under my head, and his right arm embraces me.
His left hande is vnder mine head, and his right hand doeth imbrace me.
7 O daughters of Jerusalem, I adjure you by the gazelles and does of the field: Do not arouse or awaken love until the time is right.
I charge you, O daughters of Ierusalem, by the roes and by the hindes of the fielde, that ye stirre not vp, nor waken my loue, vntill she please.
8 Listen! My beloved approaches. Look! Here he comes, leaping across the mountains, bounding over the hills.
It is the voyce of my welbeloued: beholde, hee commeth leaping by the mountaines, and skipping by the hilles.
9 My beloved is like a gazelle or a young stag. Look, he stands behind our wall, gazing through the windows, peering through the lattice.
My welbeloued is like a roe, or a yong hart: loe, he standeth behinde our wall, looking forth of the windowes, shewing him selfe through the grates.
10 My beloved calls to me, “Arise, my darling. Come away with me, my beautiful one.
My welbeloued spake and said vnto me, Arise, my loue, my faire one, and come thy way.
11 For now the winter is past; the rain is over and gone.
For beholde, winter is past: the raine is changed, and is gone away.
12 The flowers have appeared in the countryside; the season of singing has come, and the cooing of turtledoves is heard in our land.
The flowers appeare in the earth: the time of the singing of birdes is come, and the voyce of the turtle is heard in our land.
13 The fig tree ripens its figs; the blossoming vines spread their fragrance. Arise, come away, my darling; come away with me, my beautiful one.”
The figtree hath brought foorth her yong figges: and the vines with their small grapes haue cast a sauour: arise my loue, my faire one, and come away.
14 O my dove in the clefts of the rock, in the crevices of the cliff, let me see your face, let me hear your voice; for your voice is sweet, and your countenance is lovely.
My doue, that art in the holes of ye rocke, in the secret places of the staires, shewe mee thy sight, let mee heare thy voyce: for thy voyce is sweete, and thy sight comely.
15 Catch for us the foxes— the little foxes that ruin the vineyards— for our vineyards are in bloom.
Take vs the foxes, the little foxes, which destroy the vines: for our vines haue small grapes.
16 My beloved is mine and I am his; he pastures his flock among the lilies.
My welbeloued is mine, and I am his: hee feedeth among the lilies,
17 Before the day breaks and shadows flee, turn, my beloved, and be like a gazelle or a young stag on the mountains of Bether.
Vntil the day breake, and the shadowes flee away: returne, my welbeloued, and be like a roe, or a yong hart vpon the mountaines of Bether.
